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The girl breathed softly, and a blush like that of peach blossoms rose on her gentle and delicate face.

She wanted to rebuke the unprecedentedly rough massage, but the "maid's" hands were faster than her mouth. Before she could utter a sound, a fierce force, as if she had been pierced by a wooden awl, suddenly came from her calf.

The swift and rhythmic force seemed to penetrate the skin and reach deep into the bones, the spreading heat transforming into endless waves that surged in, causing the trembling girl to cling tightly to the bed, unable to control her melodious voice any longer.

"Don't!"

"Eek!" "Ah!..."

Heh, you like calling me that, don't you?

Ye Xiao gave Miss Windsor a good beating, leaving the girl drenched in sweat and limp on the couch like a wet doll, unable to move.

This finally calmed the guy down. Ye Xiao casually tossed the towel aside. Thanks to the girl's constant shouting, the maid outside the curtain didn't dare to ask any more questions during this time.

Only after the room quieted down did the maid's weak voice finally break out, "Young Miss, is...is it over?"

"Hmm... Come in and help me change..."

Miss Windsor, who was limp, let out a long sigh, as if relieved of a great burden, or perhaps as if she was still somewhat unsatisfied.

Ye Xiao stepped half a step to the side and retreated to the curtain. This was the moment he had been waiting for. As long as the two of them got close, there wouldn't be much risk in knocking them out together.

However, when the curtain was lifted, a dark green color suddenly came into his view.

This time, the new maid had a familiar face; it was the same one he had seen before.

At the same time, the other party also saw Ye Xiao's tall and slender figure. Perhaps because she had not expected to see Ye Xiao suddenly under these circumstances, the maid stared wide-eyed in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling killing intent flashed in the maid's eyes. Without any hesitation, she suddenly pulled a dagger from her sleeve and stabbed at Ye Xiao.

The sudden situation caught her off guard, leaving her little time to think. Taking the initiative was an instinct for an assassin.

An ordinary person would never have been able to dodge such a lightning-fast thrust, but Ye Xiao's movements were incredibly agile.

He accurately judged the trajectory of the dagger, and with minimal movement, he brushed past the cold glint with his shoulder, stepped forward, and grabbed the maid's wrist with his left hand.

But this maid was much more skilled than the previous one. She leaped into the air following Ye Xiao's wrist-bending motion and clamped her legs around Ye Xiao's neck like scissors.

The two exchanged blows swiftly and silently, but Miss Windsor remained lying on the bed, her face flushed as she savored the massage she had just received.

Chapter Ninety-Six: The Assassin Maid

The two wrestled and rolled into a curtain. The fabric fell from above with a rustling sound.

Miss Windsor heard this, but too tired to get up and turn around, she muttered, "Hey, what are you doing all that clattering around?"

At the same time, the maid's strong thighs were tightly wrapped around Ye Xiao's neck. Hearing Miss Windsor's voice, he pulled off the cloth covering him and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a heavy punch to his lower abdomen.

"Woo!"

The words she was about to say turned into painful sobs. The maid's legs gave way, and Ye Xiao grabbed her apron, lifted her up, and slammed her hard onto the floor with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Ye Xiao rarely holds back in life-or-death battles, regardless of who his opponent is. So if an ordinary person were to suffer such a blow, their brains would probably explode.

But the maid dissipated the force the moment she touched the ground in a strange posture, and floated away like a slippery eel.

The "body recovery technique" was used quite smoothly... Ye Xiao sighed inwardly upon seeing this scene. The assassin who could carry out the mission of assassinating the high-ranking officials of the duchy was indeed quite skilled.

He couldn't immediately gauge his opponent's level, because the opponent was clearly suppressing their strength to avoid making too much of a commotion. However, he figured that with all the general points he had invested, he hadn't been able to defeat them in two rounds, so they must at least be a Grandmaster.

The maid deflected the attack, but the shock in her eyes was even more evident.

She couldn't understand why this male servant who appeared in the young lady's bedroom was so difficult to deal with; he could easily gain the upper hand even when fighting her bare-handed, and even when wielding a knife.

Before this, she had never even heard that Miss Windsor had such a powerful bodyguard.

But both of them had something to hide and didn't dare to speak loudly. Meanwhile, the young lady, who was naked except for a towel, was still waiting for someone to help her change her clothes, and ended up sneezing from the cold.

"Hello!"

Miss Windsor hugged her shoulders and shook herself, finally turning around impatiently, "Hey! What exactly are you...?"

Before she could even turn her gaze completely, Ye Xiao and the maid simultaneously picked up the curtain from the ground and casually tossed it over the young lady's face.

"Hey, what's this..."

Miss Windsor was completely obscured by the thick curtains, flailing her arms and legs in bewilderment. Taking advantage of the moment when her vision was blocked again, Ye Xiao and the maid pounced on each other again without saying a word.

This time, the maid swung her dagger, turning a thrust into a slash, the cold light flashing in an arc as she aimed straight for Ye Xiao's throat.

Ye Xiaoka stopped abruptly at the right moment, and just as the knife tip grazed past his throat, he delivered an uppercut that struck his opponent's chin.

But the maid's figure immediately disintegrated into wispy black smoke, which turned out to be the alluring shadow she left behind.

His true form nimbly passed under Ye Xiao, skimming the ground, then leaped up, his dagger stabbing towards the back of Ye Xiao's head.

In the next instant, Ye Xiao's mind eyes caught the trajectory of the blade behind him, and without hesitation, he tilted his head back and rammed into it.

The impact to his head was just out of sync with the point where the dagger fell; the tip of the blade grazed his cheek and slid to his eyes, but the hard top of his head slammed into the maid's nose.

This was the first time in her many years as a maid that she had encountered this abstract iron head technique. Her pretty little face was unexpectedly smashed open.

The dagger slipped from her hand, and her lithe body fell from the air, spurting blood from her nose onto the ground.

On the other side, Miss Windsor, like a caterpillar, finally managed to poke her head out from under the wide curtain, angrily shouting, "What are you doing! What are you doing!..."

Before the girl could utter two angry words like a mad kitten, Ye Xiao, with quick eyes and hands, had already picked up the powder box on the dressing table and flicked it with a finger, shattering the magic crystal mining lamp on the wall.

Before Miss Windsor could see anything clearly, the entire room suddenly went dark.

She was immediately startled and exclaimed, "Huh!? What's going on!??"

However, no one answered her question in the darkness, and she felt inexplicably uneasy.

She had just opened her mouth to shout for the guards outside when a crumpled, wet towel suddenly flew into her mouth.

"Well!?"

Poor Miss Windsor covered her mouth and fell to the ground. At the same time, while Ye Xiao was dealing with Miss Windsor, the maid waved her hand and lifted her long skirt, revealing a ring of throwing knives wrapped around her thigh.

Three whooshing sounds followed, and three flying knives traced treacherous curves, instantly blocking Ye Xiao's figure.

Ye Xiao casually grabbed the silver mirror from the cabinet and used it like a shield to block the flying knives one after another with a series of "bangs". Then he spun around and threw it at the maid.

The maid hurriedly dodged, and the mirror shattered against the wall with a crackling sound. In the darkness, a ghostly figure rushed forward, following closely behind the silver mirror, and grabbed at the maid's head.

The maid immediately pulled a throwing knife from her thigh and stabbed it at the attacking hand, but unexpectedly, the knife struck a bottle of medicine instead.

The glass bottle shattered, and the fragrant medicinal liquid inside splashed all over the maid's face. Even though her eyes were wet with the liquid mixed with glass shards, she used her keen senses to accurately block Ye Xiao's next attack in the pitch black.

She thought she could at least hit the other person's arm this time, but a "snap" sound made her realize that it might not be that simple.

The maid struggled to open her eyes, and by the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, she was shocked to see that Ye Xiao had used his fingers to forcefully wed the blade she was holding between her ribs with two lipsticks stuck between them.

This works too! ?

Before the maid could even react, Ye Xiao, having seized control of her main weapon, pressed close and delivered another vicious headbutt.

Relying on his superior physique and strength, he smashed his head into the girl's nose, denting it completely.

The poor maid's tears, like pearls from a broken string, mingled with blood and foam and splattered out. It wasn't that she was weak as a professional assassin; it was simply that the pain was so intense that her physiological functions couldn't control the tears.

Taking advantage of the other party's pain, Ye Xiao deftly twisted the throwing knife out of the other party's hand with the hand holding the lipstick. But just as he grabbed the maid's collar and was about to take her away to confess, the whole room suddenly shook violently as if an earthquake had struck.

"boom"

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out. Ye Xiao frowned, pulled back the curtain beside him, and saw a plume of thick smoke rising from the porthole.

The airship seemed to have exploded somewhere; its massive body swayed precariously, causing the entire cabin to shake and debris to fly everywhere.

On the other side of the room, Miss Windsor frantically pulled the towel out of her mouth, and amidst the sudden chaos, she grabbed the curtain in her arms and screamed in panic.

"What other tricks have you guys played!?"

Ye Xiao could no longer care about anything else. He grabbed the maid by the collar and asked in a deep voice.

"This...why...this shouldn't be happening..."

The maid's face was covered in blood, and she mumbled a few words incoherently.

Before Ye Xiao could even ask what she was saying, a huge figure suddenly emerged from the clouds outside the window.

It was a colossal dragon, its deep red scales reflecting the moonlight. It opened its massive mouth, and scorching dragon breath surged forth, instantly filling Ye Xiao's entire field of vision.

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Airship Crash

In the vast night sky, the burning steel behemoth illuminated the horizon in crimson.

Under the weight of the flames, it finally gave way, its engine roaring in despair as it plummeted into the depths of the mountains, trailing thick black smoke.

Like a massive meteorite falling from the sky, a torrent of flames shot into the heavens from the point of impact.

The commotion was so great that even some villagers living in remote mountainous areas came to their windows and saw the breathtaking scene a hundred kilometers away.

……

The airship crash site.

The wreckage, still glowing with fire, leaned against the broken mountain crater, surrounded by surging waves of heat.

However, the Duchy's warships were quite sturdy; even after being bombarded and forced to land at an angle, their massive bodies did not completely fall apart.

Only the uppermost air bladder was mostly burned into a blackened metal frame in the flames, while the lower, manned cabin was only slightly deformed from the impact when it crashed into the head of the mountain.

"Keng..."

"Keng..."

Clang!

The twisted door of the airship's cabin was pried open from the inside, and then several somewhat disheveled figures struggled to crawl out.

They appeared to be the operators of the airship, but their uniforms were tattered and they looked rather disheveled.

But having breathed in the fresh air, all they felt at that moment was the joy of escaping death.

"Quick! Get out here!"

Soon, a number of airship passengers limped out of the broken door, with many servants or soldiers helping their pale or even unconscious masters as they staggered out of the pit.

This dramatic fall from the sky was breathtaking, but the emergency landing by the professional operators at the last moment saved many lives.

After all, it was a warship, and its sturdiness was far superior to that of a regular travel airship. Besides, if it fell apart after taking a few hits, probably no one would dare to fly this thing to fight in the western frontier.

The vast majority of people simply didn't understand what had happened or why it suddenly plummeted.

Some sober nobles were even cursing and blaming, accusing the military factory of taking too many kickbacks, otherwise how could such an accident have occurred?

Only a few people caught a glimpse of a massive figure through the porthole. Startled, they dared not think too much about it, nor did they dare linger. They hurriedly walked out of the pit.

However, before they could take more than a few steps outside, the faint sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the darkness outside the pit.

Figures emerged from the night, each one a cavalryman with a turban covering his face and riding a tall horse.

They surrounded the people in the crash area, and the unexpected arrival of these uninvited guests left the group of noble passengers somewhat bewildered.

"Who are you?! Who are you people?!"

These cavalrymen were all dressed in simple, loose robes, and their eyes, peeking out from under their headscarves, coldly swept across the crowd.

One of the captains, who seemed to be the leader, rode out of the crowd. He didn't answer the crowd's questions, but instead asked in a deep, rough voice:

Where is Windsor Tyron?

Miss Windsor's name was naturally known to everyone present.

But a member of the Tyron family's personal guard immediately stepped forward from the crowd, drew his sword, and shouted, "I don't care who you are, get out of the way! The Tyron family's prestige is not something you lowly bandits are qualified to provoke!!"

"Ah."

The leader sneered, and with a wave of his hand, the cavalry behind him all raised their muskets.

"Formation!"

The guards of the Tyron family were no ordinary people either. Upon seeing this, they quickly stood up side by side and activated their magic to create a huge magical barrier in front of the crowd.

A deep blue magical barrier stretched out like a wall in front of the muskets, protecting all the passengers behind it.

"Foolish bandits, robbing civilians in the mountains every day, do they really think we are just fish to be slaughtered?"

A nobleman chuckled. The airship carried not only guards of the Tyron family, officers and soldiers of the expeditionary force, but also young nobles who had trained in magic and swordsmanship and joined the army, along with their attendants.

To exaggerate a bit, the combined fighting power of the people on this airship is enough to rival a small legion, more than enough to attack a small country.